"Wow really?" Tibaut said, amazed. "By the way what's a mythical beast?"

Tina glared at him while Elizabeth was petting the animal on its head.

"How the hell are you an adventurer if you don't know what a mythical beast is? Elizabeth, are you sure you didn't create him as some sort of combat homunculus?"

"Please be patient with him, he is new to this after all."

("Don't speak about me like I'm your developmentally slow kid.") He thought, feeling insulted by Elizabeth's words.

"That's true, I didn't even know these things existed until I bought an adventurer's encyclopedia," Jake commented.

Jake looked at the odd creature next to Elizabeth in amazement. He tried to pet it but Bellus evaded every attempt to do so. After throwing himself at it a few times, the boy eventually stopped. He had curled up into a ball and started sulking from being treated like this.

Bellus made its way towards Tibaut and started rubbing against him looking quite satisfied with itself.

"A mythical beast, huh?"

He made a smaller version of his forehead Lance and launched it at the creature. Before he knew it, it was on one of his shoulders and began licking Tibaut's face.

"I assume that has something to do with it?"

"It is said to be the weakest," Elizabeth said as she walked over to him. "But it is also regarded as the fastest."

Tibaut looked shocked.

"Speed? Not teleportation?" He asked. He looked at the creature in its eyes and all it did was lick his face again.

("Augh, at least it's tongue isn't too slimy")

"Yes, it's quick. That's all."

Tina herself also wanted to have some interaction with Bellus, so she tried to touch its fur. Before she knew it was on the ground rubbing against Tibaut's legs.

She went right back to the campfire and sat there looking annoyed.

"Why's it so picky with people?"

"The encyclopedia didn't mention anything about its preferences when it comes to people so your guess is as good as mine."

She began scratching his neck so he rolled over on the floor and accepted it with pleasure.

"So is there anything specific that makes it a divine beast?"

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"I just said the term, how are you messing it up already? But no, it's up to the guild and the various countries they inhabit, to determine if something is a mythical beast or not. It helps if it's a singular individual."

Tibaut picked Bellus up and started really looking at him. He didn't seem to have a care in the world and soon ended up on Tibaut's shoulder again.

After a few more minutes of playing around with him, (and a few more unsuccessful attempts from Jake and Tina trying to interact with him) he eventually vanished.

"What's with all the ruckus? Oh crap is it this late? Let's get going." The coachman said as he quickly got up. He made his way over to the carriage and waited for them to come over.

"Man, I'm still hungry, got any more jerky Elizabeth?"

"I think I have some," she started feeling her pockets, then a pouch on her side. "Ah."

"Ah?"

"It appears it's gone."

30 seconds had passed and he hadn't responded. Elizabeth had wondered if he was okay but he soon responded. His face looked determined before he spoke.

"I guess a horse will have to do."

Tibaut began walking to the carriage but Elizabeth easily knocked him out as soon as he turned his back on her.

"You absolute idiot, why did your mind go to eating our transportation first!?"

Their journey continued and Tibaut was forced to battle with his hunger on the way.

After a few hours of looking at a scenery that didn't change much, Tibaut finally noticed some civilization.

Unable to contain himself he jumped out of the back of the cart and ran there.

"It's going to be so unfortunate when he realizes he didn't carry any money on him," Jake commented.

"Honestly, the fool should think things through before he runs off like that."

Only Tina had decided not to comment on him. This was because she was trying to calm herself when she checked for her coin purse. She couldn't find it on her waist and was discreetly looking for it when they discussed this.

("That bastard surely, he didn't!?")

Tibaut quickly reached the town and threw a pouch up and down in his hand.

("Sorry about this Tina but you were the only option. Elizabeth's too scary, and I'd feel awful if I took anything from Jake. Just use this anger as energy in our next training session.")

He walked down the dirt road without a single ounce of remorse while whistling.

"Hmm for being a town, this ain't all that lively."

There were some people around but all that did was emphasize how empty the town was.

"Maybe today's a Sunday?" Tibaut commented before continuing his search for some grub.

After walking for a while he came upon a tavern.

"These places don't only sell beer, right?"

He meekly pushed the door open and was absolutely slammed by the drab atmosphere. He didn't know what happened but he just felt depressed looking at the inside. The few eyes that were inside quickly turned to him.

"Um, this looks like a bad time so I'l-"

One of the men inside got up and went to the door.

"You one of them?" The man asked.

He looked in his forties going on fifty and had a gruff look to him. His hair was going grey and he had noticeable body hair on his hands and the part of his chest his shirt left exposed. He looked like he could be a blacksmith or some sort of carpenter.

"Uh, I think you got the wrong guy."

Tibaut tried to walk away but the old man grabbed his hand.

"Listen here you little bastard, I'm asking you a goddamn question. Are you working for that bastard!?"

Tibaut removed the old man's hand and decided to enter the bar.

"Alright old man, I'd appreciate it if you didn't keep asking such a vague ass question before you inevitably throw a punch at me. What? You drunk?"

The old man closed the door behind him and the bartender behind the counter simply sighed as he wiped a glass mug.

"Richard, you know this never ends well, so just leave him alone already."

"Shut up, you know damn well why he's here. He's that rich bastard's lackey."

"I suppose I am here because of a noble," Tibaut said with no regard for his surroundings.

Some other men got up and surrounded him.

Tibaut started doing some stretches and threw Tina's coin pouch down in front of the bartender.

"Looks like I'm gonna have to work for my meal."